Page 69 of Human Reclaimed
“I have one more gift for you,” she whispered. “I’m pregnant.”
I froze, certain I’d misheard. “What did you say?”
Her eyes gleamed. “We’re going to have a baby. A perfect hybrid baby.”
My hands moved instinctively to her still-flat stomach, a protective gesture I hadn’t planned. “How? When?”
“About eight weeks ago. Olivia confirmed it yesterday.” Her face softened. “Are you happy?”
Happy? The word seemed inadequate. What I felt was a supernova of emotion—joy, fear, pride, and wonder—all exploding through me at once.
“Yes, I’m beyond happy. I’m going to be a father,” I said, the reality hitting me in waves. “We’re creating a family.”
“We already have,” she reminded me, gesturing to our gathered colony—humans and cyborgs united as one community.
I kissed her again, gentler this time, and breathed against her lips, “Now our forever begins.”
